Xiaolan shook off Baomu's hand, "Brother Baomu, run away, I'm too late, you must not..."
Ignoring Xiaolan's obstruction, Baomu grabbed Xiaolan's arm like crazy and dragged her to the shore.
But this can only slow down the speed of his decline.
"I'm serious, Brother Baomu," Xiaolan tried her best to calm down. She suppressed the crying in her voice and said word by word, "This is just a game. We can't quit together. It's not cost-effective... "
"Shut up!" Baomu's cry shocked Xiaolan for a moment.
Baomu, who has always been gentle, shy and a little timid, showed such an expression and shouted such words for the first time.
The Son of Light also poked his head out of Baomu's arms, biting Xiaolan's sleeve and dragging her out.
Xiaolan looked at Baomu like this silently.
She felt like she had never missed the real world so much, and she had never missed her companions so much.
The gravel behind him was beating on his neck. Xiaolan knew that the sandstorm was not far away without looking back.
He is useless, but Baomu still has a chance.
Xiaolan desperately pulled one of her hands away and put it into her pocket.
She took out all her belongings—pens, plates, and the useless goggles.
After that, he stuffed it into Baomu's arms.
The violent wind and sand suddenly enveloped them, and Xiaolan felt as if she was blind for a second.
Baomu spun around, shouted, and disappeared from his eyes.
The wind and sand tore at Xiaolan's upper body. Xiaolan was not blown up by the wind as she expected. Her lower body was still tightly trapped in the quicksand. Her body was pulled by the two forces at the same time. The broken pain almost left her. His sanity was completely wiped out.
pain.
It hurts so much.
Xiaolan never imagined that she would die in this way.
Will it be torn apart alive?
The wind and sand continued to rage, and Xiaolan became numb in the severe pain. Slowly, he could no longer feel the existence of his body...
Just when Xiaolan stopped trying to make any changes happen, the storm started to slowly weaken.
The storm did not leave, but weakened in place. As soon as the upward pull disappeared, the power of the quicksand resumed.
Xiaolan lost all her strength and allowed the quicksand to swallow up her legs and cover her waist and abdomen.
Okay, okay, suffocating is at least better than being torn apart...
Eh? It seems like suffocation is more uncomfortable, right?
Before Xiaolan could decide which of the two ways to die was more painful, the golden gravel had already flooded her shoulders. Xiaolan raised her hands high, wanting to leave the last trace of this cruel game space.
The desert has returned to calm, and the moonlight shines peacefully on this piece of yellow sand.
A pair of small hands trembled gently on the flowing yellow sand.
It didn't take long for those little hands to disappear.
This desert is still so peaceful.
It's like nothing happened.
***
Baomu called Xiaolan's name loudly, but his voice was already scattered in the storm, and even he couldn't hear it.
The strong wind swept him into the air, Baomu hugged the Son of Light tightly, and what Xiaolan stuffed into him at the moment of separation.
He couldn't see Xiaolan anymore, or in other words, he couldn't see anything except the wind and sand in his eyes.
Baomu was spinning and floating in the wind. Although he was dizzy and nauseated, the center of the wind was far less scary than he imagined.
The wind gradually weakened. When the storm could not bear Baomu's own weight, a wind tail lifted him up and threw him down. The feeling of weightlessness hit him. Two seconds later, Baomu was lying on a piece of soft and moist sand. , got up with pain all over.
An oasis.
After the wind and sand threw Baomu into a strange and familiar oasis, it slowly receded.
"Xiaolan!...Xiaolan!..." Baomu shouted on the empty dark desert.
There was silence, no answer, not even an echo.
The Son of Light grunted and got out of Baomu's pocket, and the little guy's head was covered with fine sand. Every time Baomu called, the Son of Light would howl along with him.
After shouting for a full three minutes, one person and one beast finally accepted the reality.
Xiaolan disappeared.
Moreover, Xiaolan is likely to have quit the game.
Baomu carried the Son of Light and walked to the lake in despair.
The dark lake water is like a mirror, reflecting the clear moon on the zenith.
It also reflected their embarrassed appearance.
Baomu took a few deep breaths, silently washed his face, took out the props in his arms, and washed off the sand on them.
He turned his head and stared at the Child of Light. The little guy stayed at his master's side, gently licking the lake water.
The only thing left is to work harder.
He stretched out his hand and stroked the head of the Son of Light. The little guy raised his head and looked at Baomu with his big eyes shining, two lines of tears still hanging on his furry face.
"Shall we leave now?" he asked softly.
The Son of Light shook his head and leaned meekly at Baomu's feet.
The night is still dark.
But in this desert, we can't wait.
"Okay, let's leave now."
Baomu picked up the Son of Light sourly, walked slowly to the edge of the oasis, took a final breath of fresh air, and walked into the desert.
He chose the direction that could lead him out of the desert the fastest, walking from dark to day, passing three or four oases in the middle, and even escaped a storm on one of the oases.
As the morning light broke, Baomu looked up and finally saw the mottled jungle at the end of his sight.
Ahead, there is a new place.
He turned back and looked at the vast desert. Xiaolan was somewhere in this desert, maybe hiding in an oasis, maybe...sleeping among the gravel.
Baomu sighed.
Turn around and walk into the brand new primitive jungle in front of you.
***
sand.
There is sand everywhere.
The sand surrounds itself, the sand takes away the air that represents life, and the sand squeezes itself from all directions.
Xiaolan felt that sand had poured into her chest, abdomen, and even her brain. Maybe she had turned into sand, but she didn't know it yet...
Xiaolan continued to fall between the dark quicksand, and the air in her body was squeezed out little by little. She decided to take back her words that it was better to suffocate than to tear into pieces.
It's uncomfortable, it's uncomfortable...
But okay, it's almost over.
In reality, there are companions waiting for me, as well as hot pot, barbecue, cake and ice cream...
Xiaolan cheered up and looked forward to her own death.
Keep falling... falling...
Her heart was beating violently, sending out an alarm signal of imminent death. Xiaolan clearly felt that the last trace of air was being squeezed out of her body.
There was a loud sound in my heart.
All the feelings in his body suddenly disappeared.
The blurry and illusory blackness in front of my eyes instantly turned into complete darkness.
Is this blacker than black?
Is this what death feels like?
This is……
boom!
Severe pain struck.
